Hey guys, thanks again for all the reviews and all, they make me really happy! Hope you enjoy this chapter! Btw, the last bit at the end was actually me forgetting it was morning, sorry about that lmao.


"So, why do we have to go and see McGonagall?"

"She didn't say, but I think it has to do with the fact that we glowed when we touched."

"What do you mean, we glowed? Why the hell did we glow?"

"I have no clue. I looked in all the books and I couldn't find anything."

Hermione and Draco were making their way up the infinite amount of stairs to the Headmistress' office. It had been two days since he had been attacked and he had only just been released from Madam Pomfrey's care, where Hermione had come to fetch him. He still couldn't believe that she had saved him, after all he had done to her over the years, but he was willing to let the past go if she was. He hoped she was. As she said, these were not times to be bitter, but to stick together, make new friends, and he had never admitted it and never will, but he had always wanted to befriend her. Whatever anyone said about her blood, she was brilliant, intellectually speaking of course, but he had never allowed himself to speak to her without insulting her, fearing the wrath of his father. Now that he was in Azkaban, Draco was free to do what he wanted.

Finally, they reached the top of the stairs and Hermione knocked on the door. When they heard the old woman's voice inviting them in, they crossed the threshold and stood in front of her, tension filling them.

"Hello Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy." The students only managed a fake smile, "I have called you here to discuss what happened when you came into contact with each other. Do either of you know what it was?" they shook their heads, "Well, uh... it was an ancient kind of magic, called a Bond. This Bond... it only happens when you come into contact with your soul mate." Draco felt his breath get stuck in his throat, and a furtive glance to Hermione told him she had reacted the same, but they stayed silent. "Centuries ago, it was quite common, people would only become a couple if this Bond manifested it's self, but over time, it has become rarer. In fact, to my knowledge, no one has been Bonded in over three centuries. I understand tat this must be hard, given your... history, but the Bond is never wrong."

McGonagall paused, waiting for them to say something, but they remained silent, processing the news. Draco guessed she could see the disbelief, the anger and the shock on their faces, but she didn't react.

"So... so what do we do?" asked Hermione finally.

"Yes well, about that... follow me."

Without looking to see if they followed, McGonagall left the room, almost running, her cloak flapping around her. Without a word, the two students followed her to a corridor on the fourth floor, where she stopped in front of a gargoyle.

"We would like to access this room, please." She announced, head held high as the statue shifted.

The Headmistress walked in, followed by the students. There, they found themselves in what looked like a small common room, with warm colours, comfortable chairs and a fireplace, where logs were already burning.

"You will sleep here, from now on, there's everything you need and I can arrange for your things to be brought here by tonight. The, uh, bedroom is to your right..." she awkwardly stopped talking, incessantly shuffling on the spot and twisting her hands together. Draco had never seen her so uncomfortable, he found it quite amusing and were they in any other situation, he probably would have smirked.

"Will we have to get married and... do couple stuff?" Hermione asked, her cheeks as red as Weasley's hair.

"Well, you will have to consummate the Bond within five years – don't ask, I have no idea what happens if you don't – but as for your future, you don't have to do anything. Though as I said, the Bond never makes mistakes."

And with that, she left, leaving the students alone in their welcoming new home, in silence. Hermione was the first to move, walking across the room to sit in one of the chairs, and put her face in her hands.

"What the hell are we going to do now?" she whispered.

"Well I suppose you'll have to talk with Weasley, otherwise, nothing has changed, except the fact that we live together." She looked at him in confusion, and he continued. "Well if the Bond never makes mistakes, I'm assuming that one day we'll fall in... I mean, we'll like each other a bit more." He finished, blushing madly. She simply nodded once, as if to tell him that she understood and maybe agreed.

"Why did you say I have to talk to Ron? I mean I do, I'll have to owl him and Harry, but why Ron specifically?"

"Well aren't you two dating? I thought you got together after the battle?"

"Oh right. We split up. We weren't meant to be together. But then again apparently, us two are meant to be together." She smiled at their misfortune.

Soon they were both giggling, commenting on their despair and unfortunate luck. After a few minutes, she called Kreacher, Harry's elf that worked in the kitchens since the war, and asked him to bring them a bottle of firewhiskey. They drank, laughing, crying, screaming, until they fell asleep right where they were, completely forgetting that it was actually morning – compared to the evening atmosphere that the fire spread around the room – and missing all their classes.